I always love books
during my childhood.
So I fell into a world,
full of courage and friendship.

Harry Potter, they called him.
J.K. Rowling, his creator.

School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry,
are in my dreams.

But sometimes,
the dementors,
haunt the halls.

I can clearly see the threstrals,
in the darkest parts
of the Forbidden Forest

And with the
enemy’s blood, a
loyal servant’s hand, and
bone from his father’s grave,
The Dark Lord had risen once again.

And sometimes, I forget
Dumbledore’s wise words.
“Happiness can be found,
even in the darkest times,
if one only remembers
to turn on the light.”

So I vowed to myself that,

I will be smart,



like Hermione.

I will be brave,



like Ron.

And I will have a heart,



just like Harry.